the hum-dum weekend

Days off.

What a funny phrase, "Days Off." From what? Because my plans fell through, the bottom dropped out, and I have no trails "leading all the way to nowhere" I find myself excruciatingly bored.

A list of what I have done today:
1. Woke up at 10:01 a.m. Called Mary, but she was asleep. Talked to her roommate.
2. Went back to sleep
3. Woke up again at 1:30 p.m. Called Mary, woke her up. Too late to go to Soldotna.
4. Blogged
5. Complained to RoomieJulie
6. Did a half-assed work out with weights.
7. Three loads of Laundry
8. Called Double O, he'll be here around 7:30 p.m.... in an hour or so
9. Watched Conspiracy Theory (Thanks again for the DVD's, ST!)
10. Smoked a cigarette that gave me a head ache
11. Made a list of things I did today

Days off. From what? I dunno. Work, maybe? I'd be a whole lot less bored if I was at work and had people to talk to. Julie is working at the clinic. Hillary is either in her room sleeping, or in her room studying, or in her room plotting a bank robbery. Laundry is on the rinse cycle. I still have a head ache. What will I do when Double O arrives? We'll probably watch another movie. I feel tired, like I need to sleep, but it's just the laziness and boredom cranking away. They're hard at work, at least.

I dunno. Maybe Double O and I will end up at Leroy's later tonight. Never know. I didn't give the $10 back to Hillary. I'll just hold on to that and buy Double O some coffee. It's the least I can do for him. He gave me $4, ALL THE REST OF HIS MONEY, so I could put some gas in my car. That reminds me of the parable in the bible where a woman tithes a tiny amount of money and the pharasees are enraged by her insignificant gift. But Jesus says, "truly she has given more today than anyone." Or something like that. Double O is a great friend. We're lucky to have him.

And ST, what's with all the bold words and all the colors? Also, do you have any pictures of the last ride? I would like to see pictures of you and Eddie on a trail to nowhere, perhaps with a feather in your cap and a racoon skin on your shoulder, hanging like a scarf.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Peace and Love,
Mungo
. . . . wait, I already did that.